Sex With A Middle Aged Woman
His hands went up of their own volition; pushing under the filmy nightie, grabbing big handfuls of warm female flesh. He pinched and stroked and rubbed, while his tongue wallowed in that hot female swamp. The sharp taste on his tongue seemed to permeate his very brain!
Mamie began to sink into blissful relaxation. She’d been tense and unsure of herself, under her gruff exterior. She knew good and goddam well she wouldn’t shoot him if he didn’t cooperate! At least she wouldn’t, couldn’t, shoot to killl… and then he’d be alive to tell everybody in town how hard up die Widow Stoke was these days! She’d have died of humiliation! But Lulu, who planned it and egged her on, told her not to worry. “He’s just a fucking sex machine,” she said enthusiastically. “You’re gonna love it, and so will he!”
So the fat woman took the big chance. She figured as long as she had the gun, she was in control. She’d get her pussy licked, get a climax or two out of it—at the least.
It was hell being a fiftyish fat widow in a small town!
Tom began to really enjoy himself. There was something about a woman like this. She didn’t have any pretenses, nothing phony about her need. And she’d be so damn grateful, he’d feel like a hero. It was rather like fucking your mother… and didn’t every boy dream about that, one time or another? Admitted, or not?
He settled in with his chin at the ass-end of her slit, his face all enveloped in the musky warmth and slippery wetness. He slipped his tongue in and out, probing the tip through the wet tendrils of hair, winding them around it. He found her clit and put his lips on it, clamped them around the big firm bud, sucking and licking at the same time. His tongue hit the clinging opening and edged through the sucking gates. He flicked it rapidly, tongue-fucking her for all his worth.
“Uhhh. OHHH-H-H-H-H-H-H! GODDDAMMMMMMNNN!” Mamie exploded and shook all over as the hot fucking tongue brought her to an unbearably sweet peak of pleasure. Her big body writhed and twisted, and she panted like a steam engine. Her cream flowed even heavier and almost drowned Tom as it pooled in the back of his throat, so he had to swallow and cough and sputter.
By this time his cock was painfully tight in its stretched skin. His balls felt like they’d explode. It was all he could do not to cum himself, but he’d be damned if he’d waste it on the bedroom floor! No, by God, if he was going to make this old fart happy, he’d do it all the way!
Her hand grabbed a handful of hair, and she turned his face up. “You do good work, boy!”
“Thank you, ma’am,” he grinned welly,
“I guess I better let you go now, huh? You got me so weak in the arms and lep, I couldn’t shoot the backside of a buffalo.” She leaned back in her chair, still gasping for air, letting the gun drop to the rug. “Whhheeeeee—ewww, boy, you have got an ed-u-cated tongue on you!”
“Whaddaya mean, let me go?” he demanded, teasing her. “If you’re gonna rape a guy, then do it!”
“Awww, shoot. You mean it? Or are you making fun of a poor ole horny widow?”
“I wouldn’t fool you. Heck, you’re » lot of woman! Why don’t we get on the bed and do it right?” He discovered he really meant it. His balls were aching and his cock was painfully stiff and swollen.
“Shit, sonny, you wouldn’t get no fun out of a
worn-out box like mine. You might fall in and get lost!” She hesitated a moment, still catching her breath and grimacing with pleasure. “Of course, I got a tighter hole than the one in front… if you wanna try it.”
Now that was something Tom Brown had never done. The wicked thought flashed like lightning in his brain and he couldn’t stop the slow grin that spread across his face. He felt silly as hell, but his smile threatened to crack his ears. “You mean it?” he said huskily.
